Oh gosh, I feel your pain.
Too many days, when I get off my (usually late) train, and I see a 92 or 46Whatever waiting, I start to jog out to it, and then the fecker drives off. Probably chuckling to himself, too - I think they do it for the craic.
It's sooo annoying - my better half interrogated the controller one morning after the bus did a legger on us, and we'd been waiting ages, when there were at least 2 buses timetabled in that time (one of which was a 92), and he just shrugged and said "Oh, I know - I don't know where he got to!" Like, is that not his only job - to know where the fuppin' buses are?!?!?!
